Sorry for not updating about Christmas yet. It seems I caught Brian's cold (came down with it Christmas Eve) and it has officially kicked my ass. My hips hurt from sleeping so much. I am finally able to be up around after 48 hours of sleeping and sounding like some hacking witch from a Grimms fairy tale.
I am tired of chicken soup and crackers, but too exhausted to go to the store. Its funny the things we will dig out of our cupboards to avoid going to the store. I think I invented a new recipe for peanut butter....
Of course with my luck, if I went to the store - there I'd be hacking and sneezing, in the frozen food isle, dressed in sweats I have slept in, looking like Phyllis Diller and some old boyfriend of mine will round the corner with his latest girlfriend (who is an underwear model and barely 18). There I'd be trying to crawl in with the frozen shrimp and fish sticks to make myself small.
I also have the flu "no taste buds" mouth, so I really could boil left-over wrapping paper and not be able to tell the difference between it and chicken soup. Or am I saying something about my cooking here? My eyes have that just baked apple crisp feel to them, which makes every man reading this blog dream of sex with me I am certain. Hey, I could roll kleenex and stick it in my nose (like my mother always does) and yell, "Hey sexy" adding to the final icing on the cake of my sexy redhead visual here.
I need to go lay down again. Happy belated Boxing Day.
Until next time-
C
